Now, now, Brother Zim ... don't be so surly. By the time she managed to strip down to nothing but an apron and panties and walk across the kitchen in those platform shoes with 6-inch stiletto heels, the oven probably had time to cool off, don'tcha know. Besides, I'm fairly confident in presuming that, if you were given an opportunity to taste her muffins, no doubt you'd find them quite tasty.
The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence
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